Hoshor Plains obasan

ofc!

the seal hunter had told himself he bore no jealousy for the man kaluktuk, and in truth he did not.
but when ariadne stood to greet him, when he smelled the heavy musk of kaluktuk upon her mingled with the grasping heady scent of her woman's-fire — he seared with a frustration that he refused to show.
"cloudwoman," chakliux greeted, halting a distance from ariadne as not to upset her husband. his berrybright eyes drank her in as if she were freshwater; he could not help this 
"dutch was hurt, enough to bleed but not to kill. bear. i made us stop and come home. he is in the healing camp with your mother, and perhaps his own."
this choosing, this thing he had not been able to explain to ciri, it was connection. and it thrummed hard in chakliux as he pulled the thread of black fur and skin from his withers, dangling it before ariadne. "the monster escaped but not before he was wounded."